[My gut reaction to the vote against the women bishops motion at General Synod last night. I might have something more intelligible to say at some point...]
Tired, God.
Eyes, red raw.
Head fuzzy.
Too many questions.
How could you let this and what do you want and when will it ever and is it even right?
And why so divided and what is the answer and why does your Church have to cause pain and fight?
Exhausted, Father.
Pounding drum inside.
Doubts bubble.
Is it worth it?
Why so many churches and is there just one and how do you speak and do we know how to hear?
And do we trust our leaders and and do we know we're right and when it's all hopeless, God will you be near?
Feel small, Lord.
Nothing smart to say.
They talk so loud.
I'm just one.
You've made us a body and we are connected, do we love one another and do we feel each other's pain?
And can we still commit and will we live out humble service and will you strengthen your Church to come together again?
Commitment.
You challenge and call us.
Deny self, follow you.
Any cost, any pain.
Restless hearts need peace.
Need you.
Help please.
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